Eyesight to the Blind

Well well well well... You were talkin\' bout\'chor woman I wish to God that\'choo could see mine You were talkin\' bout\'chor woman I wish to God honey... that\'choo could see mine Every time that little girl start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind Lord... her daddy musta been a millionaire... \'cause I can tell by the way she walk Her daddy musta been a millionaire... \'cause I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start loving... the deaf and dumb begin to talk Yeah... you know what they say I remember one Friday morning We was lying down across your bed Man in the bathroom was dying... eyes were sad and I stroked his head And I said... Lordy... ain\'t she pertty... and the whole state knows shes fine... yeah And every every every time she start to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind What a woman I got here Lean on me baby... lean on me Oh... Yes... I declare she pretty and the whole state knows she\'s fine Man... I declare she pretty... Lordy Lordy I declare she\'s fine Every every every every time she starts to loving... she bring eyesight to the blind